Annalisa

Reading through these stories has brought back a lot of memories that I haven’t thought about in years because at some point they started to feel “normal”. I remember when I was 14 a boy came up behind me at school and grabbed my chest and vagina. I remember when I was 19 a 40 year old man screamed at me from across the store “where’s that smile? Show me that smile!”. I remember when I was a teenager a man asked me “if I get a farm, will you come over and milk my cow for me?” I remember going to work as a teenager and another coworker pulls out money and tell me to spin around and show him what “I’m working with”. I remember being 15 and having an old man look me up and down and having my mom congratulate me on getting his attention. I remember being 16 at my first job and having old men tell me to kiss them. I’ve had men come up and grab my hand, won’t let go, and follow me. I remember men asking how old I am from their car. a couple months ago some men in a car kissed at me and tried to get me to come to their car, then screamed and honked their horn calling me “rapunzle” and trying to follow me when I tried to ignore them. These memories go on and on, as well as the memories of people telling you to take it as a compliment or telling you that you took it the wrong way…